Several years ago, when Thatch finally decided that he no longer feared and hated me, he began showing his affection by sleeping with me every night. I would ask, "Thatch, ready for bed?" and he'd jump on on the bed, trot to the upper left corner of the mattress and settle in.
Over the pandemic, he stopped doing that. Occasionally on a really cold night I'd find him sleeping next to me, but for the most part, he seemed to like sleeping in my computer chair or the cat tree. Lately, he's returned to sleeping in his old spot.